Lao Dao pushed open the kitchen door, put the wooden basin that Lu Chuan had washed on the table, and then went to the stove to light the fire.

In the dimly lit room, there was not even a single oil lamp, except for the flickering firewood.

The leaping firelight reflected the figure of Lao Dao on the wall, hideous and distorted, as if it was like a demon crawling out of the underworld.

"Forty years later, you still can't let go of that incident?"

This sentence is very painful, as if the old Tao is torturing himself, but someone answers, in the darkness where even the figure can't be seen, someone answers.

The same old voice sounded, "Have I put it down, how do you know?"

"At first, I really didn't know, and I thought you were still walking around and coming to see your brother. But until just now, until I saw ...... He. ”

The man in the darkness sighed, "Forty-four years, is forty-four years enough to forget everything?"

"Forget it, old man, he's actually helping us......"

"You can forget, I can't forget! Not just forty-four years ago, but twenty-seven years ago, and one of my arms!"

The words were so rapid that the old man gasped for a moment in the darkness after he had finished speaking.

The firelight flickered, and the room was deadly silent, except for the sound of heavy breathing, except for the crackling of firewood.

After a long time, Lao Dao continued: "Old knife, eldest brother, they are to blame......

"Don't talk about it, besides, we're not brothers!"

As soon as these words came out, Lao Dao seemed to be a little angry, only to see him stand up, staring hard at the darkness not far away, his cloudy eyes did not seem to be cloudy in an instant, and his rickety back was straight.

"Since you say so, I have nothing to say, but blame you for being one step late, this kid met me. ”

"What can you do if you meet?"

"As long as I have a breath left, you don't want to touch a single hair of him!"

Lao Dao clenched the three-foot-long dry branch in his hand, it was not a sword, but whoever looked at it, I was afraid it was even more terrifying than a sword.

The two old men stood motionless like this, and whoever moved, it might be a fight to the death.

The small kitchen is quieter than usual.

The water in the pot gurgled loudly, and suddenly the old Taoist sighed, threw the dry branch in his hand into the firewood, and returned to the way Lu Chuan was when he first met.

"The water is boiling, I'm going to cook for the little boy, although there is no wine or meat, you can make do with it." ”

When Lao Dao knocked on the door, Lu Chuan was reading the master's letter, although it was painful, but for some reason, the young man always couldn't help but want to read it.

Hearing the knock on the door, the young man hurriedly put away the letter and hurriedly wiped his tears.

"Trouble the old man. ”

"What's the trouble with this, it's just a matter of adding noodles, the old man has to eat if he doesn't die, right? ”

"Then the junior is welcome. ”

Lu Chuan is really a little hungry, he hasn't eaten since last night, although he has no shortage of silver on his body, and when he left Yunxi County, Zhang Yuanwai gave a lot, but he was upset, where can he take care of his stomach.

Lao Dao pulled a chair and sat across from Lu Chuan and looked at the young man with interest.

"I remember that Shaoxia said that he went up the mountain to visit Feiyunzi, the head of the Kongtong faction?"

"Exactly, do you know the old man?"

"It's not like I know each other, but after all, I'm a neighbor, I know a little bit about it. I heard that Feiyunzi went down the mountain to take in apprentices and teach art, but he was not on the mountain. ”

"Ahh Do you know when the old man will be back?"

"I'm afraid no one can say for sure, it's as short as three or two months, or as long as three or two years. ”

Listening to the old Tao, Lu Chuan couldn't eat anymore, and the last trace of disillusionment was probably the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The young man swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw the wrinkled old face of the old way, he left the words in his mouth, since he knew that there was no way, why bother to add trouble to others?

Lao Dao was very enthusiastic, and when he saw Lu Chuan's eyebrows locked, he asked again.

"Lao Dao asks casually, if it's inconvenient to say, forget it. Did you come to Kongtong Mountain to learn art, or to send a message?"

"Don't hide it from the old man, the younger generation is here to learn art. ”

If someone else asked, Lu Chuan would definitely not tell the truth, but for some reason, Lu Chuan seemed to be quite close to Lao Dao, and he felt a little close, so he confided in the truth.

Maybe it's not as good as the boy thinks, maybe it's just that he is alone, and the chance warmth breaks the heart defense, and it is unknown.

"Learn art, although I haven't been down the mountain for a long time, and I don't know any martial arts, but I heard that in addition to the head of the Kongtong faction, the martial arts and mental methods of the other seven sects are commonplace, far less advanced than the martial arts of Wudang. The old man has a lot of words, since Feiyunzi is not here, I am afraid that there is no need for Shaoxia to go up the mountain. ”

Hearing Lao Dao say this, Lu Chuan was a little surprised in his heart, although he really couldn't see anything outstanding about Lao Dao, but just listening to what Lao Dao said, he also knew that this person must not be a mediocre person.

You must know that the Kongtong Sect is ranked among the five sects and thirteen sects, and it is also a famous sect, and the martial arts of the Xuankong Sect cannot be learned by anyone except the head and the disciples of the opening sect. Therefore, the prestige of the Kongtong faction was largely created by the other seven sects.

If you are not a real master, who would dare to say these four words "ordinary"?

I only heard Lao Dao continue: "Young man, do you know where the martial arts of the Kongtong faction come from?"

"The younger generation doesn't know, and I ask the seniors to teach me. ”

"Kongtong martial arts earlier than Shaolin, Wudang and Emei, is the Tang Dynasty during the creation of Fei Hongzi, Fei Hongzi in Guazhou for many years, well versed in the subtlety of the Western Regions martial arts, and the Central Plains martial arts fusion, to create a flower frame door faction, is the predecessor of the Kongtong faction. It's just that there are more strange soldiers in the martial arts of the Kongtong faction, but there are fewer swords, I don't know if the young man has thought about the reason?"

"This ...... Could it be because the barbarians don't know the eighteen blades?"

"The barbarians don't understand, but Feihongzi, his old man understands. ”

"This junior doesn't understand. ”

Lao Dao laughed and said the mystery.

"That's because after Feihongzi's death, the Huajia Gate was divided into two, and the Kongtong faction was only one of them, and most of the kung fu of the eighteen blades was taken away by the other vein. ”

"Oh, and such things? I wonder which faction or sect of the other line is later?"

"This other vein is located outside the Guan, not among the five sects and thirteen sects and eighty-one sects, I wonder if the young man has ever heard that there is a Flying Sword Academy under the Mogao Grottoes in Guanxi?"

"Are you talking about the Flying Sword Academy, which claims to be the No. 1 Sword Sect outside the Guanwai?"

"It's not a self-proclaimed claim, it is. ”

Lu Chuan snorted coldly, "I don't know if it's the first outside the gate, but I know that it's not a serious sect, and over the years, I don't know how many demons and demons on the rivers and lakes are from the Flying Sword Academy." No wonder the world doesn't know that it was also created by Fei Hongzi, if they knew, I'm afraid his old man's coffin board wouldn't be able to hold it down!"

Lao Dao frowned slightly when he heard this, and then said: "You can't say that, people are good and bad, and sects are also good and bad? Shaolin Wudang has never had a stubborn gangster? The Flying Sword Academy is full of demons and evils? Right and wrong, good and evil idealism, what kind of crime is there in the martial arts faction." ”

Lu Chuan's body suddenly shook, his scalp was numb, and cold sweat oozed from his back.

Right and wrong, good and evil idealism, this seems to be the source of his suffering, and it is the answer he cannot find.

Why is he suffering? In addition to the dependence and affection left by people and things in the mountains for ten years, the more important thing is probably right and wrong.

The world's views on the outcasts of the sect are deep-rooted, violating the rules of the sect, betraying the teacher, doing evil, hurting nature and reason, and everyone will be punished. In short, it is impossible to say anything.

Lu Chuan's opinion was no exception, and when he learned that he had been expelled from the division, he invisibly put these shackles on himself.

Sleeping in the open, staying awake at night, reading the letter over and over again, torturing yourself over and over again, not thinking of yourself as an exiled sinner?

But the old way, this old-timer said that "right and wrong, good and evil are made by idealism", if so, then what did you do wrong?

Is it wrong to be competitive, or is it wrong to seek fairness and justice?

Looking at the clenched teeth and the surging and hot tears of the young man in front of him, the old man didn't know what to say, at least not how to comfort him.

The world says that young people are good, but young people are ignorant and ignorant, and they need blood and tears to fill it.

Song Jiang Jie's word cloud: "Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have been stars." The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and before the first step, every bit is until dawn. ”

Are the little raindrops on the white sideburns falling when I was a teenager?